Huls looked back and saw that in the middle of the "Pin" formation of the three legions, hundreds of catapults were placed there, but they were obviously much larger than the catapults he had seen in the past, and there were about seven or eight foreign auxiliaries busy next to each catapult. "No wonder you can throw the stone projectile so far!" Hulse thought to himself.

"The 1st Battalion moved on." The order of the chief centurion came from behind. The Roman legions began to move slowly forward again, and the massive catapults stopped firing and moved awkwardly under the protection of the three legions.

The Parthian commanders did not seem to have come up with a good solution to the situation, and the range of the Roman catapults far outnumbered their bows and arrows, and the tried-and-true magic weapon of the past, the strong bow and arrow, lost its power. He could only watch the Roman legions advance gradually, but fortunately the Romans could only advance slowly under the protection of catapults.

From time to time, several groups of Parthian cavalry would rush over, taking advantage of their quick horses and arrows to attack, and such harassment was nothing to the tens of thousands of Roman troops.

Finally, the Parthian commander lost patience and planned to test the might of his cavalry. After two tentative attacks on the Sixth Legion, a large number of Parthian cavalry outflanked the "Rose Legion" and the "Electro Thrower" on both flanks......

Huls watched the two legions behind him engage in a fierce battle with the Parthians, and it was clear that the Parthians had not taken advantage of them, and many of the horsemen had fallen under the stone bullets before they could get close to the phalanx, and they were within range of their own bows and arrows. The Parthians inflicted negligible damage on the Roman soldiers, and when they were about twenty meters from the phalanx, they were baptized with Roman javelins. From time to time, cavalry was pierced through the body and fell from the warhorse. The light cavalry, who had finally reached the front of the battle, were horrified to find that the Roman phalanx suddenly raised a forest of spears to meet them.

Just as Hulse was nervously watching the progress of the battle behind him, a shout brought him back to his senses. It turned out that the breakthrough point set by the experienced Parthian commander was not the "Rose Army" and the "Electro Thrower Army"!

Suddenly, two fierce Parthian cavalry armies plunged into the gap of the "Pin" formation like two sharp arrows, where was the junction of the Sixth Legion and the two legions behind.

The catapults, which were raining down on the Parthian cavalry on the left and right flanks, had no time to react, and only a few catapults smashed the stones at them. At this time, the 8th and 12th battalions of the 6th Army Corps, which had not participated in the battle, desperately blocked the direction pointed by the arrows of the two Parthian cavalry, one left and one right.

"Signal soldiers. Order the 4th and 5th Battalions to the left, and the 6th and 7th Battalions to the right! A grim voice reached Huls's ears, and it was another time he had seen Yakulius, whom he had not looked down on before.

After the battle. Here's what Hulse told the Romans:

"Chief Centurion of Yakulus stood beside a catapult, dressed in shiny armor that day, and his golden helmet with feathers normally found only in military parades or parades, the white feathers stood out against the crimson cloak. Both cheeks were obscured by two shields attached from the helmet. Plus I'm a little farther away from him. You can't tell what his face looks like, but when his gaze falls on you, you will feel two terrifying rays of light sweeping towards you......

After the four battalions of the first column had blocked the enemy and volleyed past, our battalion, under the command of the chief centurion, moved forward and returned to the front of the corps. It seemed that those two cavalry were the elite of the Parthians, and they were so fast that they were able to fight with the six battalions in the blink of an eye. To be honest, at that time I watched my comrades fighting with the Parthians behind my flank. Many familiar figures fell under the horse's hooves of the Parthians, anxious as if they were scratched by cats. I can't wait to rush over and share their pressure. But the chief centurion didn't give the order, and we could only watch, and we were afraid that the brothers of the eighth and tenth battalions would not be able to withstand it......

The more they were afraid of something, the more they were afraid, and the 8th and 10th battalions gradually became a little unable to support it...... The fourth battalion only intercepted half of the cavalry that rushed towards them, and with the firing of some catapults that turned around, they blocked the cavalry behind, and the eighth and tenth battalions were completely mixed up with the Parthians who had already rushed over, and some of their comrades grabbed the Parthians' spears, dragged them off their horses alive, and stabbed them to death with short swords; Others ran under the Parthian horses and stabbed them in the belly. The catapults could not support them at all, their numbers were getting smaller and smaller, and there was only a ninth battalion left behind them that had not yet joined the battle, and if the cavalry were to rush into the open space where the catapults were placed, we would be finished......

At the moment when my palms were full of sweat, a sharp horn sounded from far and near, and every time it stopped, a new horn sounded, more and more clearly. We veterans all know that this is the Parthians passing on the emergency military information, and something extraordinary must have happened, otherwise the horn would not have sounded so quickly......"

That day, while telling the story, Huls took a breath and drank all the wine in his glass, and a Roman who was in a hurry hurriedly picked up the jar of wine and filled it with his eyes, and motioned for Hulse to continue.

"Then another centurion roared, and his voice was not as calm as usual, but he trembled with joy: 'Brethren, the army of Apollinas and our cavalry have passed through the desert through the Syrian pass, and have copied the back of these barbarians! They're going to be finished! ’

Now the brethren were in a hurry, but the Parthians were blinded. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Commander Yakurius immediately ordered the second and third battalions to the left and right of us to fight back to help the eighth and tenth battalions, and like wheat harvesting, they immediately knocked down a large number of Parthian cavalry who had not yet recovered their senses. At the same time, the 9th Battalion, which had not participated in the battle, joined the ranks of the 8th and 10th Battalions, and the Parthian plan to break through from the junction was bankrupt......

At this point, as long as anyone who has fought in the war knows, the Parthians will either leave these cavalry entangled with us and go back to deal with the army of Apollinus and our cavalry. Either pack us up before the Apollinus legions come to the battlefield, and whatever the Parthians choose, they will be very lucky......"

Huls's expression became solemn: "The most rear." They chose the latter! ”

The commander of the Parthian army carefully examined the entire battlefield situation and finally made up his mind.

It would be too risky to withdraw at least half of the troops and leave at least half of the troops on the battlefield for the Romans to slaughter, and then take the remaining half of the demoralized soldiers to face the enemy behind who does not know how many people there are! What's worse is that after the back road is cut off, if the arrows on the camels in the army are only shot, they will never have to replenish them. Then the commander's gaze fell on the front of the Roman formation. Seeing the first battalion standing there alone, he no longer hesitated.

Thousands of animal skin war drums beat at the same time, shaking the soul like thunder. The fields were covered with iron crops, and the river was black with the glitter of iron...... The Roman soldiers who experienced this scene were all frightened.

It's the "Stove Man"!

The pride of the Parthian army, the ironclad cavalry "Furnace Man", is about to appear!

The "Furnace Men were Parthian ironclad cavalrymen who were called "Furnace Men by the Romans" because they had to endure terrible heat under the scorching sun in the desert region because of their heavy armor.

They were covered in armor. The helmet and cuirass are made of a single block of stainless steel. The rest of the body was covered in scale or chain mail, a menacing metal mask obscured the face, and even the mount was covered in bronze scale armor that reached the horse's knees.

The main weapon of the "Furnace Man" is a spear, which is three and a half meters long; Support weapons include swords, hammers, or maces. In all past battles, the "Furnace Man" did not take the lead, but waited for the enemy to be greatly weakened by the light cavalry and the formation was scattered. Charge the enemy in a dense formation. The impact of this elite cavalry created by the Parthian star Sulena was not very fast, but it was amazingly powerful. Invincible. Crassus's defeat, Sulena mainly relied on this ironclad cavalry and superb light cavalry tactics to create the pinnacle of his military career - the Battle of Calle. From then on, the Roman soldiers were terrified of the "furnace man".

To the sound of drums, which seemed to be the roar of wild beasts mixed with the harsh thunder, the Parthian ironclad cavalry, who had the upper hand, slashed the ground with their spears, stirring up a cloud of dust that the Roman soldiers could not see or speak, and instinctively drew closer together...... Immediately, the sound of heavy horses' hooves was heard in the wind and sand......

The Parthian light cavalry, who had been fighting for a long time, understood that it was the reserve army that had been put into battle, and they must do everything in their power to help it! They began to haunt the Roman soldiers in front of them, ignoring their own casualties, and their deep and terrible roar filled the plain.

Now the victory or defeat of the whole battle depends on the performance of the 1,200 soldiers of the first battalion, and the Parthian light cavalry on the left and right flanks mustered the courage of the most powerful before they were defeated, but they could not hold on for much time; The Parthian assault cavalry in the center was stuck with the other nine battalions of the Sixth Legion, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while; If the Parthian ironclad cavalry had not been able to break through the first battalion in front of the front before the flanks were routed and into the clearing where the catapults were placed, the Parthians would have had to burrow into the desert to the south to eat the sand, or to flee to the rugged Armenian mountains to the north.

"The first row of shields, all the spears! It's up to us today! Chief Centurion Yakulius yelled.

Huls, who was standing in the first row, stretched his spear out of the gap between the two shields, and after the two shields were side by side, the gap in the semicircle of the shield formed a circular hole. The comrades in the second row put a longer spear on his shoulder, the third row put a longer spear on the shoulders of the Roman soldiers in the second row, and the fourth row ...... The entire 1st battalion turned into a hedgehog cast in iron. By this time, Hulse could almost make out the hideous metal mask on the face of the "Stove Man".

The force of the shield nearly knocked Huls off balance, and he stabbed his spear outward, the screeching sound of the tip of the spear grinding against the metal surface. He gritted his teeth and pulled the spear back, poking it out again, this time he felt the tip of the spear poke into a soft flesh through the hard crack of the road, and then he heard the sound of a war horse "clanging" to the ground, and a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of horse flesh wafted over. He didn't think about it, and immediately pulled the spear back. Keep stabbing outward......

The first shock wave of the ironclad cavalry was repulsed, and before Huls could catch their breath, the second wave began again!

This time the Parthians changed their tactics. The assault cavalry, who were fighting with the other units of the Sixth Army in the middle, regardless of their increasing pressure, sent a large number of light cavalry to the flanks of the first battalion to cooperate with the ironclad cavalry, and flew towards the first battalion one by one with sharp arrows in the air.

The sun in the sky watched silently what was happening beneath it: tens of thousands of humans had been fighting on the plain for most of the day, and Parthians had broken the flood of embankments. Desperately trying to overwhelm the Romans' checkerboard-like positions, swords and steel shields collided, spears falling on hard armor. Arrows are flying, horses are neighing......

Hulse didn't know how long he could hold out on to the position, and the partner next to him had already fallen and replaced him with a comrade in the back. One of his feet was also pinned to the ground by an arrow, and he couldn't move. He just kept repeating the simple movements, each time the spear stabbed out more and more weakly. And the Parthian ironclad cavalry still pounced on them like angry waves crashing on the shore, and several gaps had already appeared in the phalanx.

Suddenly, there was a cheer in the Parthian ranks, and Huls heard a frightened voice in his ears: "Our flag!" Our flag has fallen! ”

Ignoring the situation ahead, he hurriedly looked back, but saw a figure leap up and grab the Legion's Eagle Banner from the hands of the Legion's standard-bearer who fell to the ground from the arrow. Striding to the ranks of the 1st Battalion with the flag in hand.

"Comrades-in-arms of the 1st battalion, the consul of Syria ordered me to be here. I am Yakurius, and I am with you! Yakulus' firm voice resounded throughout the front: "From tomorrow onwards, Rome will no longer call you the Sixth Legion, but - the Legion of the Iron Wall!" ”

"Line up the phalanx! The Commander-in-Chief is watching us! We are ironclad! The enthusiastic Huls and his comrades roared together.

The phalanx of the 1st Battalion became airtight again. Each soldier stood still as if he had taken root in the ground.

The 1,200 men became, as the whole army had hoped, a fortress made of granite; Arrows, slashes, and spears have no effect on them.

It doesn't budge, it doesn't move.

The Parthian cavalry on both flanks began to rout first, followed by the assault cavalry in the center, while the Roman soldiers in the front row had already faintly seen the glint of the guns of the Apollinus legionnaires......

The Parthians were defeated......

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A flock of vultures hovered over the battlefield, their corpses lying in pools of blood for their greedy gaze. The horses and camels that fell to the ground were bloody, and they raised their heads, craned their necks, and struggled to get to their feet.

A large number of Parthians were taken prisoner, and like the mountains of armor and weapons that piled up nearby, they were now trophies of the Roman legions. Forced to strip naked, leaving only a close-fitting underwear to cover their shame, these captives attracted the gaze of another "vulture":

Some daring slave traders were in a hurry to get to the battlefield, and slaves were the cheapest. They skillfully measured the Parthian men standing in front of them, but unfortunately most of the captives were scarred and would lose money if they could not buy them back and die on the way, so they chose very carefully.

There were also soldiers searching for valuable things on the corpses, and just now people were fighting like wild beasts. Now, they are not even as good as beasts.

Huls did not see this, and at this moment he was riding on a red Parthian horse, sandwiched between a large group of cavalry, following Jaculius.

No sooner had the battle on the plains ended, when the chief centurion announced to the soldiers of the first battalion that he wanted a group of willing warriors to follow him in pursuit of the remnants of the Parthians, and Huls immediately signed up. At first, Yakurius shook his head at the sight of his freshly bandaged injured foot, until Huls reluctantly agreed to his request after repeatedly emphasizing that he was a Gallic tribe who was good at horseback riding, the Aroblogis, and knowing Hulse's eagerness to make meritorious contributions.

The cavalry of nearly 2,000 men was all lightly armed, and each cavalry had two empty horses to replace. They pursued the scattered Parthians at great speed, and the Parthian cavalry, which had become frightened birds, did not get a moment of respite: often no sooner had they stopped to make a meal than the pursuing troops of Yakurius arrived. After they scattered and fled, they prepared a meal that filled the hunger of their pursuers.

After the pursuers had crossed the Euphrates and trekked some way east, the thousand-year-old city of Calle appeared before the dusty cavalry. Outside the city, many of the fleeing Parthian soldiers were hesitating to attack the city, and at the sight of the banner of Yakulus, the Parthians immediately lost their courage, and most of them surrendered due to the lack of bows and arrows and the exhaustion of their horses.

"Yakurius!" A valiant young Roman warrior rode a black steed and rushed out of the city first.

"Vinicius!" Yakurius drove his mount straight over, and the two men hugged each other tightly on their horses.

"Yakurius, you have won, Pompey will be proud of you!" (To be continued......)